I put my wet panties in my pocket book. My husband stopped the car. My son opened the car door. I got off his lap and stepped out of the car. I felt m... son's sperm run down my legs. I hoped my husband wouldn't notice. I looked over at him. He was busy unloading the car. My son came out of the car with the TV that was in the front seat."See Mom, I told you this TV wouldn't be any trouble at all"' he said with a big grin on his face. "I'm sure glad we brought it." Me too," I told him looking at. My name is Judy and I've been with her for two years, during which time the bond between has grown to what it is today. For a short time, I lived on the street, abandoned, before being taken in by the organisation that trained me to serve my mistress.My devotion to her now knows no bounds and my life revolves around her happiness. She took me in, fed me, and afforded me a place of safety. I can expect no more.I watched as she climbed out of bed and made her way into the shower. I waited. “So, why are you interested in this girl, Becca di Acuto?”“She is the sister of a good friend of mine, who is greatly concerned he has not heard from her for over two years. He knew I intended taking the Grand Tour and asked me to make enquiries in Naples, err, Napoli, as it was from here her last letter was posted.”“And how do you know Signora Garibaldi?”“We have a mutual acquaintance.” I paused before saying, “Sigismund von Metzendorf.”I could see the name meant nothing to him.“Your friend’s. "Come, ALE," Alexandria, special one, exotic exile "I've just had some fruits brought in, you must try one." The Prince gestured across the wide luxurious room to indicate a bowl of small purple fruits. He moved fluidly despite his size; not fat but large and muscular and tall. Loose robes trimmed in furs made him look even bigger than he was, and his long locks of thick purple hair contributed to the effect of size, as if he had a mane around his head. Yet, even for all his size, the Prince.